Monday, June 20, 2011
So when I got to work, Heather said "what's going on with this outfit...you kinda look like cocktail waitress".
Strike one in the "Amy is already sensitive ball game".
THEN, a few minutes later she asked me when I was going to get my haircut? (I have been putting it off and it WAS in bad shape and overdue). But she told me it looked damaged.
Strike 2 & 3.
I burst into tears.
Damn it. I must be hard to date sometimes....because all I heard was a looked like a waitress with damaged hair.
So, after some hugs and kisses from Heather...trying to pull me back from the edge... I managed to pull myself together long enough to get to the car. I then drove home and changed.
Anyways, Heather said she would fund a haircut and color....so off I went! I told Desty to cut off what she needed. She told me that one of the worst things I can do to my hair is use a crappy flatiron (which is what I have). I bought so yummy deep conditioner...and the new flatiron will be the next purchase. She said it will probably take a couple more haircuts to get the yuck hair out.
I like it. I like having it feel healthier. I like it off my back. I never can make it look as good as Desty...but I will keep trying.
Posted by Amy W. at Monday, June 20, 2011